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of the pike. Later, when the panic wore o2 the men returned
from town and got the bodies of the two dead men. Three
other men had been wounded, but not so badly they could
not sit their horses.

Mr. Munn, alone, for the other men who had lain behind
the stone wall with him had now gone home, overtook the
party that was escorting the buggy with the corpse of Benton
Todd. He overtook them a few hundred yards south of the
entrance to the Todd place. They had had a hard time
getting a buggy, they told him, and they asked what had

" We had a little brush with them," he said.

"Did you all hit any of 'em?" Mr. Allen demanded.

"Yes," Mr. Munn answered abstractedly, riding alongside
the buggy and watching the bare foot, which protruded from
the blanket-wrapped bundle propped in the seat, jog uneasily
with the motion of the vehicle.

When they got to the gate, Mr, Munn said that he would
ride on ahead. The men looked at each other relievedly, but
answered nothing. He grasped the pull-rope that worked the
gate, and the gate swung open, and he urged his tired mare
forward up the slight rise toward the house. Just back of the
house, over the woodlot, a saffron light streaked the lowest

Mr. Munn leaned against the doorpost, and knocked. The
mare stood in the yard, her forefeet wide apart, and her head
drooping. He looked at her and waited for the sound of steps
within. His clothes felt like lead weighing upon his

Captain Todd, wearing trousers and a coat, which he held
together under his chin with one hand, stood in the open
doorway and looked at him.

"Benton," Mr. Munn managed. Then: "Benton, he-----"

" He isn't staying here," Captain Todd said. " He hasn't
been staying here for several weeks. I can't precisely say

where you'd find him-----" His gaze passed beyond Mr.

Munn. Then, slowly, he fixed his eyes upon Mr. Munn's